The old temple ruins loomed on the horizon, shrouded in a thick mist that clung to the jagged remains like a living thing. Its once-majestic pillars now stood cracked and crumbling, leaning precariously against the broken arches. The temple's silhouette seemed to shift unnaturally, as if the Abyss itself was warping its structure.
Ryu clenched his grip on Voidfang, the blade humming with an uneasy resonance. Beside him, Kaelith adjusted her staff, its faint glow barely cutting through the oppressive gloom. Draven and Aris flanked the group, their weapons ready as they approached the temple's entrance.
"Anything about this place feel… wrong to anyone else?" Draven asked, his voice low but gruff.
"Everything about it feels wrong," Aris said, her sharp eyes scanning the shadows. "It's like the Abyss is alive here."